Starts Poems - Poems about Starts

In the quiet nook of a loving home, Is my small world- fenced by iron bars, and a limited sky. Protected from storms and predator’s eye. Fresh clean water, steady sunflower seed supply. Almost a picture-perfect life. Yet, I often sigh. I yearn for lush trees, and open endless skies. Where the sun shines bright And the moon climbs high. I long to join the chorus of dawn, spread my...

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One day Bluebird may it be The someday when it's you and me Where all the dreams I had to store And all the times I wanted more When all the nights I sat alone In silence staring at my phone Are finally gone, the waiting done Come to me, then we'll be one...

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G-lowing L-ight, O-nce R-eleased, I-mmediately A-rrives, B-rightly A-llowing L-iveliness A-round N-ature ©bfa042025 Monocrostic (Birthday of Gloria Balan) ...

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~ Born on this rock with a diaper and mittens, hard to the touch but so soft in its feel Crawling along like a dragon with kittens, purring out fire, if that could be real Laid in the sun under cloud cover sharing, offering thoughts in a dark shade of gray Promising rain, during drought, oh so daring, maybe at night but not...

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she walks into the room the same way she has for 40 years— half-asleep mumbling about the price of eggs but crap, she still makes my heart stop. you’re the last busted payphone that somehow still dials home. you’re the only damn thing that still makes sense in a world full of unpaid bills and broken air conditioners. your...

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And now it starts, And yes, I'm back at last, Four years of trials and tribulations, Capped off by this raucous jubilation. I fought and won, Proved them all wrong, The denigrators, The fake media perpetrators. Now watch them squirm As I storm into my term, So much to do, A solemn promise made to you. I ask why was I spared, When into death's eyes I clearly...

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A grasshopper sitting on feral flower at my garden. Me watching peacefully lying supine on my lawn A chameleon attacks and swallows all on a sudden ...

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There’s nothing better than a warm winter fire Burning in the hearth at home, With a cup of coffee and a book to read Stirring one’s mind to roam. To a realm of virtual reality Where ideas take to flight, Between a few pages lost in the ages While reading by firelight. It may be a new...

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Whatever Seems to happen Happens emptily.. Empty expressions of Starts and stops.. The starts and stops Tell the stories Of longing and Discovery arising Spontaneously......

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When you start getting it All you've secretly strive for Some with the help of few Others all by yourself and God When it starts manifesting People Start tracking your medicine. People wanna know your muse Forgetting the story brings the glory People want to be like and do you But don't wanna walk in your shoes Forgetting it goes from...

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Your past always comes after you When the future starts coming to you Some call it conscious Others calls it demons Most calls it karma What go around comes around. Close to the finish line of all goals Nemesis always prevail It's vengeance of thy Law Which is the Lord Thy Lord is love Giving back in return doubled all your dealings. Nemesis...

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When Christ comes He'll bring real life gone for good, the sting of death. His power and peace cleanses the strife, Life eternal with His Holy Breath, pluck the day while it is ripe; get engrossed. All unmerited on our part, by Christ the victory is won. His death and resurrection starts a journey with the Holy One. Seize the day,...

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Climate change starts at home Lower the temperature under your dome Never raise your voice, let alone scream Discard the hot sauce, serve up ice cream ...

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I sleep She sleeps Before I wake up She rises And shines bright and brighter I never wish to harm you she says, But to give you abundant warmth And light up your day Moon never slumber nor sleeps never tired of feeding, Feeding on the light, She reflects from the sun And light up the night How kind is...

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I think I’ll make a portrait With inky words of my soul But false starts get in the way I’m hungry the body says Feed the body, not the soul The soul will pester my body Make a mark, hear the critic Draw a line and see the soul flee So it begins with a portrait sketch Every picture reminds me of me False starts...

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